Glaucus held the scroll Master Truthful gave him with great care. Such a precious scroll deserved the utmost respect. He sat down at a table in the back of the library and unfurled the scroll.
The ancient script made very little sense, though several words could be distinguished from the mess of strange letters and dead characters. At the top, though, Glaucus could make out what appeared to be a name.
Princess Seafoam of the SeaWings
Glaucus widened his eyes in awe. In his claws, he held the writings of his most favored author in all of history. He unraveled the scroll a little more. Among the archaic symbols were small drawings. Some were profiles of strange dragons from dreamt-up tribes, others were fantastic landscapes, and even more were fascinating items only a creative dragon would have the mind to craft.
As he scanned the scroll, Glaucus wondered what inspired Princess Seafoam to create such marvelous lands. At the bottom, there was a sketch of a lovely island with writing over it. The SeaWing eyed the words, making out a crude sentence he could still read. He muttered the words to himself.
Some island of…what is that?
Glaucus studied some more, then felt a tug in his mind and body. It was at first tiny, able to be ignored. Then it became a pull. It yanked him, dragged him. It took over his mind.
And then he saw nothing.